Several nuns took turns mocking and provoking me, their words growing increasingly harsh. Teal’s face flushed with anger, but I remained unmoved.
I knew this was just the appetizer. If I responded, what awaited me would be endless humiliation and ridicule. Isabella had used the same tactics in the manor for ten years.
'But so what? I am no longer the self-loathing coward I once was.'
I buried my head in washing clothes vigorously. To be honest, their mockery hurt less than the pile of filthy, smelly clothes in front of me.
Soon, the nuns lost interest and left one by one.
The laundry room returned to silence.
I looked around, seeing no one, and whispered, "Teal, have you noticed something strange about this convent?"
"The nuns here are particularly harsh, not at all like devout prac
